Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.